The ceremony started with the exotic Dagresh dance. The women wearing fitted red tops fitted silver belts and red full skirts twirled in the middle of the hall throwing the red cloth in their hands. Despite the elegant moves of those dancers, most of the eyes were peering at Athena and me. Lucas once in a while observed her. I too was furiously glaring at her. Still, she was so focused on the dance.
"Let the feast begin!" Lucas announced.
A tray made of wood was placed in front of everyone. Two maids wearing blue fitted tops and harem pants carried the food for each. Athena calmly thanked them. In the friction of the second, she turned towards the food, her eyes met with mine. Her eyes immediately lowered.
"Your grace, do you want pepper?" I heard the girl beside me ask.
"No," I said still looking at Athena.
"Do you want ketchup?" the other one asked.
"No!" I repeated.
